


“Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit" says the Lord. Zechariah 4:6



You see, when we were in process with Abe, I spent a good bit of time learning about orphans and international adoption, it sort of consumed me. I followed blogs of fellow adoptive parents who were getting all sorts of opportunities to share publicly about their adoption stories. During this time, I became pretty convinced that there were a lot of people in my world who should be opening up their homes to orphans and actively living out the gospel in this way. Actually, I’m still pretty convinced that’s true, BUT the thing is, there was a part of me that thought that I needed to play the part of the Holy Spirit in convincing others that this was God’s plan for their lives.
I’ll confess that I thought my church should be doing more to make people aware of this need. I actually was a little bit resentful that they didn’t ask us to share our story on a public platform, especially since Ryan was the children’s pastor. I didn’t share this with people, not even Ryan, but in my heart, I harbored some bitterness and a bit of a haughty spirit about the whole thing. I just knew that if they would let us share, others would step forward and get involved in caring for those orphans I was reading about.
But they didn’t. And Ryan and I aren’t the type to push those sorts of things. And God revealed to me the darkness and pride in my heart. I sort of resigned myself to the fact that our process must not be intended to inspire others, but rather must just have been a personal journey for our family.
So, I did the only thing I knew to do, I brought my baby home and began the process of transitioning to a family of 7. It was hard, and we had a lot of days where we just put one foot in front of the other. Along the way, I’d answer questions people asked and I’d openly share our story in grocery store lines, hallways, kid’s birthday parties, or wherever else people asked. But I left the convicting and the platforms to God, ‘cause He sorta knows best in these things.
Then, the other night, when I was laying in bed thinking about adoption, God brought to my mind some of those conversations I’ve had over the last few years. I realized lying there, that I could count 6 families that are in my “circle of influence” who are currently in the process of adopting from 6 different countries. When I started counting, I really couldn’t believe it. I realize that their adoption decision has nothing to do with me, but I also realize that I have had the privilege of encouraging them in their journeys. It’s not something I purposed to be a part of, but I believe it’s something God has been gracious enough to allow me to celebrate in.
For the first couple of days, we unpacked and squeezed in the necessary doctor visits. We also went to visit our friends at the co-op that we’ve been a part of for the last 4 years. It was fun catching up with our friends over lunch, though one hour wasn’t nearly enough!
Then, we packed up and headed to the beach for 7 days with my parents. While we were there, we had a great time. We read, worked puzzles, played games, and explored the Outer Banks. We also spent lots of time on the beach building sand castles and boogie boarding by day and chasing ghost crabs by night.
While there, we visited a local lighthouse,

After we returned from our beach trip, it was time to work. We rolled up our sleeves and spent about 4 days packing, purging, repacking, repurging, and getting our luggage down to this pile.
We were hoping for 14 suitcases plus carry-ons, but instead we ended up with 17 checked pieces, 7 rolling carry-ons, and 7 backpacks.
After all of that hard work, it was time for another break, so we headed to Knoxville, TN to visit some friends. They gave us the opportunity to share with their congregation about the journey we’ve been on the last couple of years. It was fun sharing about what God has been doing in our lives.
From there, we headed to Cherokee, where we spent some time with some great friends.
How cute is this baby? I must admit that his flopping head made me a bit nervous!
After that visit, we drove 30 minutes to Maggie Valley to meet Ryan’s parents. They had borrowed a cabin from a friend and we met there for a few more days of mountain fun.


Finally, we headed back to NC for the final round of laundry, carry-on packing, our last day of worship at Faith Baptist Church for the next few years, and of course...



So, it’s here. The time we’ve been preparing for is approaching. After months of time crawling by and it seeming like it will never ever get here, time is now flying! It’s down to the point where we can count by hours and they number less than 100. CrAzY!
The reality of the fact that we’re about to leave the people and places that we love for 3-4 years is staring us in the face and those goodbye moments we’ve been dreading are becoming a reality. We are dealing with it the same way we’ve dealt with all of the other hard parts of this journey. We simply keep doing the next thing, putting one foot in front of the other and clinging to the call and the truth that propel us forward.
Our first tough goodbye happened earlier this week. Our family got to spend a few days with some of our dearest friends, the Nemitz family. Our Lizzy and their Alexa are “kindred spirits.” They have loved each other's company since they met as preschoolers. They both love to laugh and they have no reservations when it comes to being on center stage. They both have NO filter and they consistently complete one another’s sentences.
But, our friendship goes well beyond Lizzy and Alexa. Our families just love one another. We parent in ways that are similar and our kids get along great. We find it easy to spend time together and though our schedules often go different directions, we always have a good time when we get to have time together.
This week, we spent some time together in a mountain cabin in Cherokee and we had a great visit. At the end of the time, we all gave hugs- from the youngest to the oldest and I was pleasantly surprised that everyone held it together. But, as we climbed into our vehicles so that we could head in different directions, I couldn’t help but tear up. My situation was complicated by the fact that I looked back to see a whole vehicle of misty eyes. While we all sat their sniffling, we waited for the Nemitz to pull away first. Lily, who uses her words sparingly, spoke up and said, “Hold on, they’re probably all having a moment in their van too!”
Needless to say, we all laughed, as the tears continued to stream down our cheeks. Ryan cranked up the praise music and we made our way down the mountain, crying, singing, and attempting to regain our composure. I think the tears were partly because we really will miss our friends. And I think they were partly because we’re just grieving so many little things. Beloved things lie behind and uncertainty lies ahead. That’s the reality. But the other side of that reality is that adventure also lies ahead as well as new friends and exciting opportunities. That’s what we choose to focus on in those “down the mountain” moments.
After 8 weeks of tough, exciting, challenging, and ever stretching training, our orientaion time came to an end. On September 21st, we finished up our training time and headed back to NC. Our last week there was a time of celebration, reflection, and goodbyes to people that we’ve grown to love. There is no way that we can explain the bonds that were made in such a short time. When you’re united in a love, a passion, and a call like we were with these folks, friendship comes quickly. They are about the only people in the world who are not wondering if we’ve lost our minds!
The last week, the kids had an open house to show off all of the research and projects that they’d been working on for the past 8 weeks. These kids really came to love and respect their teachers, our family’s call, and the country that will soon be our home. We couldn’t be more pleased with the way they prepared our children.
Here are a few pics of our last days in the bubble: